31/10/2025
The Thinning Veil
The year exhales its final breath of green,
And in the twilight, where the shadows lean,
A subtle change, a shift in light and sound,
Upon the hallowed, leaf-strewn, turning ground.
The air grows still, the clock forgets to chime,
We walk the borders of a different time.
The solid world, the one we thought we knew,
Grows soft and permeable, a gossamer-thin view.
For in this hallowed, liminal, still space,
The veil between the worlds conceals its face.
It is not torn, but merely drawn aside,
Where unseen realms with our own may glide.
The spirits of the lost, the loved, the old,
Whose life's great stories have been long since told,
Draw near in quiet remembrance and grace,
A whispered presence in this hallowed place.
No longer bound by sight's familiar laws,
We sense the invisible, without a pause.
A gentle shiver, a memory anew,
The life that was, the life that still shines through.
The fire within the pumpkin seems to glow
With ancient truths the seeking heart can know.
The separation is the grand illusion,
For life and death dissolve into one fusion.
It is the time to honor and to hear,
The wisdom of the passing of the year.
The world of form, the formless, hand in hand,
Across the border of a dream we stand.
And in that moment, in the quiet heart,
We see the whole, not just the fractured part.
The veil is lifted, and we finally see
That we are one with all eternity.
